Why is it some days it feels like worms crawling around in your brain.
every though is moved and displaced as they crawl,
and soon every fragment of your mind is a huge puzzle
that you never are sure anyone will ever work out.

Maybe if I were to lay down on the cold, green, wet grass,
close my eyes and just stop thinking completely
they would get bored and begin to crawl out of my ears and
return to the earth to make roads there where they belong.

My mind would then be clear and without anything left inside,
would I remain like this or would someone find me and make
the time to fill my mind with some order and beauty?